Nightwolf

“That’s why I sometimes want to just think about it all the time, at every second. I’m afraid to look away.”

“But you have to look away sometimes,” he says. “You would go mad. Your brain can’t take it. It will always try and find something distracting to pin itself on because it knows you can only take so much at a time. Don’t beat yourself up for it.” He pauses, a sly smile on his full lips. God, I’m so lucky I get to kiss those lips. “Besides, I think you’ve found some pretty worthy distractions.”

“You mean sex?”

“No, your new scrapbooking hobby,” he says wryly, reaching over and sliding his fingers into the back of my hair, pulling me into a kiss.

I grin against his mouth. “Scrapbooking? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Call it whatever you want,” he says, grazing my bottom lip with his tongue. “So as long as you’re screaming my name.”

I blush. This vampire and his dirty mouth. I love a man who gives my own lewd verbiage a run for its money.

“Need a morning pick me up?” I ask as I pull away to run my fingers over my neck on the side that he hasn’t bitten yet.

His pupils immediately go red, a cold huff of air coming out from his flaring nostrils. “Don’t tease me,” he says in a low, guttural tone that probably screams danger! to anyone else, but turns me on like nothing else.

When others would run away from Wolf, I’ll only run to him.

“Come on,” I say, biting my lip in a salacious way. “Just a little nibble. A little taste.”

He growls. “Oh I’ll be taking a taste, alright.”

He gets on top of me, his massive, ripped body so big compared to mine, and the feeling of his weight on me is absolutely delicious. He starts kissing down my neck and I think he might take a bite because all his muscles go tense and he growls a little more. Then he keeps moving down, his tongue going over my collarbones, between my breasts, over my stomach, down until he’s moving back between my legs.

With a firm grip on either side of my thighs, he parts them and wastes no time in taking that taste.

I gasp, my back arching as his mouth finds my clit and in no time I’m soaked and writhing for more and then I’m coming so fast it’s like being hit by a freight train.

It doesn’t stop there though. He keeps his face between my thighs, eating me out in a messy, uncontrolled way, and I keep coming and coming again until I feel like I’m no longer of this world, and definitely no longer of this body. I’m just this being floating above the room in a state of perpetual bliss.

Eventually though, he comes up for air and starts fucking me, his dick hard and impossibly thick. He pushes in and out slowly, this deliberate tease that has me panting for more, even though I’d just come a million times already. There’s something about his cock though that has me craving it the most, the feeling of being filled from the inside in such a way that we’re joined as one and you don’t know where he ends and I begin.

“Harder,” I whisper to him, wanting it like it was last night, when the bed was moving, when I thought his dick would break me in two. “Please,” I add, knowing what that will do to him.

He lets out a guttural moan and starts really fucking me, hard jabs from his grinding hips, and I slide my legs up his sides, touching ankles over his lower back and holding him in place.

“Fuck,” Wolf hisses harshly into my neck, sucking at my skin while being careful to skip the bite marks he left last night. He brings one of my hands above my head, pinning my wrist to the pillow, and I love the feeling of being captured in his grasp. He starts pounding into me, over and over again, enough to shake the bed, jostle my breasts, and I feel like a ragdoll beneath him, every inch of my body moving uncontrollably.

My god, he’s a fucking animal.

He’s fucking perfect.

I tighten my grip on his shoulder, tighten the grip on his sides.

But the tighter I hold on, the more it feels like I’m losing something, like I’m about to lose myself, like I’m on a tightrope and the fall won’t just feel good—it will split me open.

He’s grunting now, gasping for air as he works me like a machine and I know I’m close, I’m so close. His hips flex into mine, harder, slapping, bruising my tender skin. The animal inside him has come to play, just like last night, and I’m glued to his face, to his body, to every sensation as he transforms to something so beautifully dangerous.